There is no pain, you are receding. A distant ship smoke on the horizon. You are only coming through in waves. Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying. When I was a child, I had a fever. My hands felt just like two balloons. Now I've got that feeling once again. I can't explain you will not understand. This is not how I am.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 867 | 2017-06-02 02:33:40 | 89.04 | 95% |
| 803 | 2017-05-25 03:44:35 | 77.08 | 94% |
| 635 | 2017-05-19 17:44:34 | 94.08 | 95% |